Argyl

I Am Selfish, Argyl.

"I hate you for making me love you." I snapped him in a low voice.

My tone having no effect on him. He knew I loved him. No matter what. Just like I knew he did.

He didn't hold me in his arms like he usually would. He stayed near me, my hand holding his wrist. But he didn't make any move.

He somehow looked angry. Furious. They lacked the spark he always had. They lacked the love and adoration and softness when he looked at me. I knew something ran deep into his mind. Something far more dangerous than I could ever think.

"Damion?" I asked.

He just kept looking at me waiting for me to continue.

I didn't need to ask him anything. He understood what I was asking about.

He shook his head.

"It's nothing." He replied.

"Yes, the blood on your shirt is nothing." I snapped him in a furious voice.

He studied me for a moment.

"You have seen dried blood stains on my shirt Argyl. I was in the Dark Wing." He said trying to ignore the topic. But not right now. The hell I wasn't gonna give up.

"Yes I have. And they aren't this big. What happened? Are you okay?" I asked stepping closer to him placing on palm on his cheek. His eyed didn't soften. I knew something was up.

"I am fine." He said.

"The hell you are!" I glared at him.

"Switching the roles are we?" He asked calmly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Damion, what happened?" I asked him again.

"Argyl I don't want to talk about it." He said in an emotionless tone leaving no room to argue.

I hated him for this.

I closed my eyes shut. I knew if he didn't want me to know, he would never in million years tell me. I knew he was stubborn. Always doing what he wanted. Making things go his way.

"Should we go upstairs?" He asked.

I breathed out heavily and opened my eyes nodding at him.

He gripped my hand in a moment. His eyes settling on the bruises I had on my hand.

He glared at me once but didn't say anything. Gently holding my hand trying not to hurt me in any way, he walked us upstairs to our room.

"I will take a shower." I told him and he nodded looking at me.

I skipped into the bathroom. Stripping down from my clothes, I stood under the hot water. The bruises burnt. The cuts hurting but only for few moments. My tensed muscles started to relax under the hot water. Pain easing out to some extent.

I stood there for a long time. Thinking about everything. I knew something was up. I knew something was wrong. He was hiding something from me. A really big thing.

I couldn't possibly guess it. I wanted to know but I know he won't tell me.

I stepped out of the shower, changing into one of his loose t-shirts like every night.

I walked out of the bathroom to see him standing near the window staring at the dark wing. It easily merged into the darkness outside. I placed my hand on his shoulder standing beside him. His hand instinctively wrapped itself around my waist. He pulled me into him from the side.

His eyes didn't leave the Dark Wing. I placed my other hand on his chest.

"I almost killed Isaias today." He said in a voice barely above whisper.